My verse is so ill and sick, that know I’m rollin’ wit crazy G’s
Yo dawg, cuz of ME they put da “G” in da A-B-C’s/
D12 just shittin’, its not cuz of PROOF, that’s just a SPOOF/
You could ELEVATE to da top of a building and still not “Raise the Roof”/
I can tell by your style, that you’ll never reach elevated FRONT LINES/
U stackin’ HI-C at a grocery store and u still can’t produce “PUNCH” LINES/
I’ll serve you like a lunch line, if our rhymes were havin’ sex, yours still couldn’t TOUCH MINE/
U in a commercial wit SHAQ and a candy bar, u still can’t perform at “CRUNCH” TIME/
U wouldn’t have TOUGH rhymes if u bought your style a weight room membership/
When people read your verse its BLOCKED OUT, like it was laced wit censorship/
get your vote on